That's It

"If I hold on much longer I might break my hands
I must respect the space you have but you tread in my lands
And all things aside I know we both know where we stand I'm stuck here
And you're there and that's it let it go

Biting the bait
Pulling me down
Telling myself to rebuild and rebound
Yet always hoping to see you around
Cause that's my idea of safe and sound
But I'd rather gamble lose all and face death
Than fucking rot here exhausted from this waste of breath
I always waste my breath"